Writing Prompt #99

So a few days ago, I (finally) shared the work of fellow bloggers who took up the Writing Prompt Challenge.  If you haven’t had a chance to read them yet, click here.

For this week’s Writing Prompt, I was drawn to this image.

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Are you inspired?

Come write with me!

Quote of the Week

Fear can have a powerful sway on our ability to do something.  I sometimes let fear have too much of a voice in my own life, and I don’t want to look back on my life and regret those things I wanted to do and didn’t because I was afraid of the outcome.

I may write about reincarnation, but in this life, we need to make it count!  That’s why I really want to make this week’s quote a part of my daily thought process.

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Best wishes, my friends!  And let’s be brave!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #21

Two fellow bloggers recently took up the challenge, which pleases me to no end, and I am thrilled that they have graciously allowed me to share their work here.  Don’t forget, it’s never too late to join in the WPC fun!

Sobia at Simply Me, who has joined the challenge before, wrote this lovely piece entitled Last Love:

toweringAll glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your  words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost. Even the lifeless around me know. They understand as they have began to decay and refuse to flourish as they once did. They mock me or pity me. I refuse to acknowledge them, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach. The pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …being with you.

 ~*~

djemmand at BowiesAliens shared this haunting piece entitled I Never Truly Knew Him:

shallweI couldn’t tell if I was to trust his jester as one of a gentle man or one of malicious tempt. One thing was for sure it was a gesture of a man on a mission but what kind of person is the question that lingered over me.

“Shall we begin the show here?” his voice spoke clear and smooth like a man destined for greatness, but a voice alone can never tell you who a person truly is, as accents and impressions are so interchangeable like women with a shoe obsession. “I guess we could start here if you believe it’s the right place?” I await his response in hopes to discover his personal tastes. “What I believe will have no effect on what the show shall showcase.” He brushes me off quickly, and it assured me that he is a man of secrets. What was he hiding behind his captivating gaze?

The stage had been set, and the props began to flood the stage creating the atmosphere of a Shakespearian summery night. I can’t but stare in amazement at how a very desolate arena had now become flooded with overly lavished heads in search of entertainment. “Are you ready to start?” the stage head asks quietly. The lights flicker as I begin to take the stage to play out me overly dramatic romance story for an audience of false pretenders and wealthy dreamers.

The curtains drop and the once vibrant scene settles into silence as I begin to wipe away this character that was every man’s fantasy to the self-conscious being that carries my name. “That performance could have been better” I look to see him standing over the staircase blocking out the bright lights. “You shouldn’t be in here” his posture doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes blink. What does he want me to say? For one thing is for sure I won’t be apologizing for being truthful.

His gaze hovers over my underdress leaving me in a state of discomfort. “I may be a performer, but firstly I’m a woman who deserves respect and privacy!” I cover myself with a densely embodied blanket. He looked different as he gazed at me. I still don’t understand him nor trust his forever changing persona, like an actor unsure of his characters personality. He heads up the staircase leaving me in the cold dark wondering who he truly could be.

I stand out in the dark waiting to head home when his gentle hand brushes against my shoulder. “Tonight’s performance was beautiful.” I look at him perplexed. “You said I could have been better” he retracts himself from my presence and glares me down with an expression of confusion. Who was this man I thought I had known? Had I painted an illusion of him or did I never truly know him at all?

The night sky stares me down to reveal my complete isolation. Me standing in the empty arena alone with a vanished phantom of a man.

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A BIG thank you to these two talented writers for being a part of the challenge!  I look forward to reading your future creations!

And now, here’s one of my own, currently untitled.

bigredorbBa bum.

For some time I thought it was my own heartbeat. It was my first expedition after all, and I was both nervous and excited.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The sound was faint at first, and no one else seemed to hear it but me, but as we delved further into the unchartered territory, the thumping only increased.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

Weeks traveling in an unknown, desolate land and the incessant heartbeat that I felt belonged to it slowly ate at my nerves. I became obsessed with learning the origins of the sound and would often wander into the depths of the surrounding forest alone in the hopes I would find the source.

Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum.

It called to me. I could hear it in my dreams. When I slept. I could feel it drawing me ever closer until the beating of my own heart fell in sync and the sound was just as much a part of me as my own skin.

Ba bum. Ba bum.

The others whispered…in shadows, and offered me sideways glances. When we found the long forgotten ruin and I felt my skin sing, I knew then that this was for me alone.

Ba bum.

I stood before the blood red orb, crimson stained hands shaking in anticipation, my heart ready to break from my chest.  My reflection…I didn’t recognize what I had become.

Ba bum.

~*~

Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt #98

It’s Thanksgiving here in the States; a holiday with a troubling beginning, but one that has evolved into a day we share stories of how grateful we are, eat lots of food, fall asleep in front of the television, generally fight with family, and prepare to kill one another for the best deal at “the store of your choosing”.

Good times.😉

If you’re stuck in traffic or trying to avoid the drama, let me share my gratitude that you have decided to spend a little time with me.  It’s nice and quiet here, right?

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I’ve been drawn to this image for some time, and thought, why not share it today?!  It’s not holiday inspired, so you may enjoy that.

A couple of bloggers have taken up the Writing Prompt Challenge, and I look forward to sharing their work with you!  Keep an eye out for that.

I hope you are all well and enjoy a safe holiday season!  Happy Writing!

xx, Rach

Writing Prompt #97 – For a Special Occasion

Today one of my dearest friends is getting married.  In honor of her, and the happily ever after she has found (and deserves), I dedicate today’s Writing Prompt to her, my Jillybean.

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We’re never too old for fairytales.

Love, Rachie xoxo

In Search of a Silver Lining

silver-liningI’ve been wondering for the past few days if I wanted to talk about the election and the ramifications.  As you all know, I’ve tried to make this blog a positive place where I hope you’ll find inspiration and, when I actually sit down to write, tips you’ll find useful.  This blog also serves as my diary, in part.  I try to limit the scope to the writing sphere, and although it may not appear so, at least not in the beginning, I’ll get to that bit by the end.

So yes, I’ve decided to talk about it.  At least a little.

I’ve been trying to find a way to remain positive and to find the right words to share here, with you.  Even as a writer, this has been extremely difficult.  I’ll be honest, I cried when the votes were tallied and discovered that a candidate whose entire platform was built upon some of the most deplorable things I’ve ever heard had the audacity to walk up to the podium to accept the presidency and say we needed to come together…the word “hypocrite” came crashing to mind.

I was, in a word, horrified.

I’ve never been politically inclined, or evidently overly patriotic.  Since I was 19, I’ve been trying to find a way to move to England, and I had only become a US citizen two years before.  Did I think about reinstating my Canadian citizenship?  Yep.  Will I?  Well, in my desire to travel and live around the world, it is easier to do so as a Canadian, sooo maybe.  (And no, I was not one of the many who crashed the Canadian immigration website.)

The night of and the following morning, my eyes were glued to social media as if I were witnessing the carnage of an accident.  I couldn’t look away.  But then the gloating started.  The “stop whining” started, and from people I considered “friends”, well, at one point in my life, I mean we’re just Facebook friends now, but still.

Were they so oblivious to what this meant to so many?  Were they just ignoring all the threats made?  The insults?  The blatant lies?  Or were they under the impression that his whole persona was just for show?  That underneath all the “isms” is an actual decent person?  Do they really believe that someone who had aided in dividing the country so greatly is actually the one who will bring us together?

And this is an honest question – Is this what they believe?

Talk about delusion.  There are a number of quotes about the actions of people vs their words, and in either case, the president-elect has shown us his true colors.

I have worked a long time in the food service industry.  I have been assaulted by men at least a dozen times, both physically and verbally, because in their minds, their tip for me providing them with food and drink also included a grope, fondle, grab, or enduring a disgusting string of insults under the guise of a compliment.  Only a couple of weeks before the election, these two older white men who have become regulars at one of the restaurants I work for had the nerve to say that all women would happily allow a man in a position of power to grope them, as if it were some sort of special commendation.

I looked at them aghast and said, “No, we wouldn’t!”

It is not a compliment.  It is not welcomed.  It is not acceptable.  We are not asking for it.  For many of us, we’ve had no avenue to defend ourselves against such behavior.  And when we do speak up, we’re bitches and being difficult, and the assailant gets a slap on the wrist.  And if you’re wondering why we’re feeling even less secure, it’s because the chosen leader of our country not only condones such behavior, but has also perpetrated it (and on minors, no less).

This is just one example of one of the “isms” you think we’re being cry babies about.  There are a number of groups who have been trying to make strides in the direction of equality that now feel an even greater upward battle is just beginning.

Then the voices of rational people started to join together and grow louder.

No, we don’t think all his supporters are hateful people.  No, we do not want him to fail.  That was never even a thought.  He will be our leader, and there is a great deal riding on his “broad shoulders” and his leadership.  We’re all counting on him to be successful.  We’re all hoping for that, even amidst the fear many of us are feeling.

The irony of it all, I suppose, is that for a man who wanted to break down the political system, he has shone a bright light upon it and made a lot more people want to get involved.  Well, maybe not so much irony as a blessing.  Perhaps this is that silver lining we’re looking for.  I don’t overtly share my beliefs.  I try to find quiet ways to do things for the causes I believe in, but that quiet side is done with sitting in the shadows.  She is beyond incensed and ready to find an outlet.  There’s just been too much.

And this is where we get to the writing.

As writers, we have our voices.  There is a great deal we can do.  Whether you write a non-fiction essay about the ramifications of this decision, or you write an allegorical fantasy that thinly veils these contemporary times, we have it within our means to say so much for so many.  We don’t have to stay silent and wonder what we can do to make a difference.

pinWe have our voices.  Let’s use them!

And on a side note, I truly appreciate the safety pin movement created during Brexit, and offer my support to any who need it.  I’ve added my email to my About page.  Feel free to use it if you ever need a friendly ear or a word of encouragement.jossquote

Keep your chins up, my friends!  Let’s do what we can to stay positive and to bridge the divide.  Let’s be kind and open-minded.  Let’s stand against all the “isms” and find a way to help one another.  We’re all in this together!

xx, Rach

Quote of the Week

It’s Election Day here in the U.S. – a currently frightening event given the circumstances.  A great deal hangs in the balance as we await the results.  I did my part by early voting, but today I think we, Americans, need a little (or a lot) of positivity.

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Let’s hope and work toward a better tomorrow!

Wishing you all the very best!

Writing Prompt #96

I know, I know, I keep saying it, but I still haven’t done it…I am going to write some flash fiction!  I swear!  ;)  Besides, I have a fellow blogger’s amazing work to share as well.  I can’t let that go unnoticed.

Wanna join me in this week’s Writing Prompt Challenge?

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I look forward to reading your creations!  Happy Writing!